#tread lightly

[somethingbellee]

this is my ship billyxjax

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Spider-Noir (TV Series) S1.E2 Tread Lightly (2026) - Brendan Gleeson

Before watching this, I thought Brendan might be thinning out, but was happy to see he was still a bit thick. What? I like em' thick.😁

And speaking of thick. I discovered Joe Massingill looking fuckable even though he barely hits my age range at 40. But my dick likes.🍆💦

[citrusandsage]

obsessive price x housewife!reader

tw// (attempted?) assault, isolation, Price being a terrible husband and making you dependent on him by getting his guys on you!!

wc 871

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When you and Price got married, you being the pretty young thing he had his eye on from the start, he slowly began making you more and more reliant on him.

It started small.

Asking you to stay in on nights you would usually go out with your friends, keeping you from visiting with your family under the guise of, “I am your family, sweetheart? Don’t you wanna be a good wife for me, hm? A good wife always listens,” and asking you to pick up less shifts at your job until he convinced you to be his sweet little housewife.

“I can support both of us, luvie, what do you need those hours for anyway?”

One day you asked him if you could go into town without him while he was at work, asking to go to the farmers’ market to see all the cute crafts and artisan goods.

“You know I don’t want my sweet girl goin’ out without me, right, love? What about all those bad men I always tell you about? They’d tear you to bits, love.” He warned.

After a bit of convincing, he surprisingly let you go by yourself. Giddily, you made your way to the market in one of John’s favorite sundresses, the material soft against your upper thigh.

As the sun began to set and you began to make your way home, your little crocheted tote bag filled with goodies from the market, you noticed three men hanging about the cobbled streets, clad in dark clothes and face masks. Your heart began beating faster as you picked up the pace a bit, hoping to make it back to you and John’s cottage before nightfall.

You began picking up your pace as you heard the men laughing and joking behind you, their footsteps echoing off of the pavement. You could swear they were speeding up.

Before you could even turn the next corner, though, you were ambushed by the men. They wrestled you into the nearest ally, the tallest to your back, grabbing your arms and pinning them behind you while another covered your mouth with a bruising grip. You were thrashing with vigor, your tote falling off your shoulder and spilling its contents about while attempting to scream but they were gripping you too tight. The last man gripped your hair and squished you chin between his fingers, making tears well in your eyes.

“Aww, look a’ tha’, sweet girls got tears in ‘er little eyes. Poor thing.” He cooed in a brash voice, clicking his tongue at you.

“Aye, take a look at this,” the man holding his palm over your mouth said, using his free hand to ruck up your sundress and pull the hem of your under-shorts down a bit, exposing the lace of your panties to the other men, “Trying to impress someone, huh?” He chuckled and you whimpered. Tears were beginning to fall from your eyes.

The man behind you let out a cruel chuckle, you could feel his deep voice rumble through your back. “What’s this?” the large man asked, gripping your wrist as he showed your sparkling wedding ring to the other men. “What a lucky man he is indeed.”

Just as someone moved their hand to wrap around your throat, you heard a familiar voice shouting through the ally.

“What the fuckin' hell is going on here?”

It was John.

As if on cue, the men gripping you let go, the shadows helping them blend in as they ran through the ally, leaving you crying on your knees as John made his way over to you.

“Oh, my love. What happened, dear? Did those bad men hurt you?” He started as he lowered himself to your level, wrapping his large hands around your shoulders and waist, bringing you to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you sobbed into him.

“I shouldn’t have let you go, luvie, this is all my fault, isn’t it, huh?”

“No- No- John, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

“Shhh, I know you’re sorry, love. Let’s just get you home.”

He helped you pick up your spilled tote bag, carrying you home in his strong arms as you tried to calm yourself, breathing in his scent. When you eventually got home, John laid you down on the soft afghan you crocheted, picked out your pajamas, and helped you get ready for bed, kissing your forehead as you cuddled up to him.

“Good girl, my girl. Those bad, bad men, hurtin’ my girl. But don’t worry, love, don’t ever need to leave the house when you’re with me.”

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A few weeks later, John invites some of his work friends over for dinner, wanting to show off his pretty little wife to his buddies.

As they settle into your cozy dining nook, you can’t help but feel as if you’ve heard these voices before, as if you recognize the tattoo sleave on the tallest’s arm, or the deep brown eyes of one of his Sergeants.

But as John pulls you onto his lap after dinner while the men play poker, it all melts away. What was there to worry about when John was always there for you?

[raddestrose]

this is hours later but he needs the death sentence for this

[sparkbirdmusic]

my fernsona

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[geekmaei]

in my “everyone pisses me off, leave me alone, i hate you guys” era again

[comahonyart]

With Her Every Breath…My Heart Pounds

I stood on the shore and looked north

No one

I looked south and same - no one

I turned around and only her bluffs I saw

No homes - just her - chaparral skin

I turned again to sea and paddled out

Past the break it was silent - I was alone

For once - alone with her

Floating - buoyant - rising up and down with her every breath

Her lungs the Pacific - lull me in

I was riding her chest - up and down

Danu - Hutash - mothers of mine - sing!

Cut leash and dive deep you say

At the ocean floor my eyes wide open

The salinity of body and ocean equal here

My feet firmly planted - my new horizon